Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2315

Luna's brow furrowed as her body half-turned. Suddenly, her instincts screamed, and she kicked off the ground, trying to launch upward. However, her movement was still half a beat too slow.

Only the strongest of masters could move faster than thought, and she had not yet stepped into the rank of martial emperor.

An incredible force surged up from beneath her feet, but Luna felt she was not being knocked away. On the contrary, it was pulling and dragging her down, giving her an impulse to faint!

Right at that moment, Ezekiel's figure abruptly appeared before her.

A palm strike came straight at her face, transforming into a roaring dragon. Having no choice, she raised both arms and struck repeatedly in front of her. In the blink of an eye, over 1000 attacks piled up before her.

Though she neutralized the Dragon Palm's power to the maximum extent, the last trace of palm force still penetrated Luna's meridians.

With a muffled grunt, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she was sent flying backward. Her body seemed to drift lightly, but in reality, she crashed straight into the reinforced steel wall, creating a huge crater.

Yet, she shrugged it off as if nothing had happened, suddenly shooting out and pouncing back along the same path. The blue energy on her right hand crackled and transformed into an energy whip. Then, aiming at the empty space ahead, she lashed out.

Through some mysterious sense, the feeling of striking something solid came through. Along with that sensation came Ezekiel's pained grunt.

The two pulled apart, entering a standoff.

On Ezekiel's face, a long, bloody mark looked terrifyingly gruesome. Despite that, he showed no reaction whatsoever, his expression calm as still water.

This was the deadliest part of The Dragon's Cyclone, trapping its target like a beast in a cage while the user circled outside, waiting for the perfect strike.

One side was forced, the other in control; the outcome was clear.

She knew she could not drag this out. The longer she stayed trapped, the weaker she became, while Ezekiel would only gain more openings.

Her twin streams of energy erupted like an untamed machine gun, hammering in every direction as her figure blurred and flashed in impossible angles. Yet, after two long minutes, her heart sank when she realized the illusion remained unbroken, not even a crack appearing in the walls that held her.

Ezekiel's laugh drifted from outside. "It's useless. It's because of The Dragon's Cyclone that I dared challenge the Martial Tower. Without it, I wouldn't have had the guts to come to Holtrien and throw my life away. General Phelan, it's your loss!"